Mid-Missouri Memories

Jack Miller’s Mid-Missouri Memories – Walking and Talking
Jack Miller’s Mid-Missouri Memories – Walking and Talking
Jack Miller’s Mid-Missouri Memories – Walking and Talking
One day not long ago, as I was driving through Sedalia, I saw three young boys walking along the street laughing and playing. It reminded me of my days as a boy on the east side of Sedalia, walking the same streets with my friends. Sometime we would just walk and talk about things like our favorite movie, or hero or some other thing that had caught our interest since our last walk and talk. Someti
Jack Miller’s Mid-Missouri Memories: My Time As a Superhero
Jack Miller’s Mid-Missouri Memories: My Time As a Superhero
Jack Miller’s Mid-Missouri Memories: My Time As a Superhero
As a boy, I went through a hero worship stage just like all children do. I wanted to be a fireman every time I saw that big fire engine go by, and I wanted to be a policeman when a black and white passed the house with its siren screaming. I also pictured myself as a Cowboy with the big hat, or an Indian galloping after a buffalo herd as I watched them streak across the movie screen. But I also wa
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Little Things Grandmas Do
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Little Things Grandmas Do
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Little Things Grandmas Do
As we approach another holiday season, I can’t help but think of my late grandmother Wickliffe. I think that's because like grandma, my wife Marlene is busy this time of the year making memories with our grandchildren in her kitchen the way my grandma did, especially during the Holidays. Like my grandma, Marlene does all the little things with our grandchildren that will make them remember her as
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memory: 75 and Counting, Just a Bit Slower
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memory: 75 and Counting, Just a Bit Slower
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memory: 75 and Counting, Just a Bit Slower
I have passed many so called milestones in my life. At 17, I became old enough to join the Navy, which was an important one that made me feel all grown up. Just before I reached 21, I got out of the navy for the first time vowing to never return (a vow which proved to be premature). At 21, I was old enough to walk into a bar and show my real ID card in order to buy a beer. The first legal one was
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Mother’s Oats Surprises
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Mother’s Oats Surprises
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Mother’s Oats Surprises
This story came out of a conversation I had with my sister-in-law, Joyce Jeffries. It is a memory we share, even though we grew up a long way from each other. It sometimes takes someone else to shake a memory loose, and I always enjoy rediscovering them again, as much as I hope those who read them do.
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Little Surprises
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Little Surprises
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Little Surprises
Rummaging through my files the other day, I ran across a memory that I wrote around 11 years ago when my granddaughter Shelbi, the daughter of my oldest son Darren and his wife Terrinda, was the only little one for my wife and I to spoil...
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Special Anniversaries
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Special Anniversaries
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Special Anniversaries
July has two very important anniversaries for me this year. One anniversary July 29,  marks 53 years that I have been married, and the other on July 10 is for eight years behind this KSIS microphone. After 53 years of marriage, I think I am starting to get the hang of that one. As for the radio, you the listener are my ultimate judge, but if you have enjoyed hearing and reading my mid-Missouri Mem

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